Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

Mirth Is The Mail Of Anguish --

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

Till It Has Loved, No Man Or Woman Can Become Itself.

Hope Is A Strange Invention - A Patent Of The Heart - In Unremitting Action Yet Never Wearing Out

Heart, We Will Forget Him! You And I, To-night! You May Forget The Warmth He Gave, I Will Forget The Light. When You Have Done, Pray Tell Me, That I My Thoughts May Dim; Haste! Lest While You’re Lagging, I May Remember Him!